CHAPTER XII. 



A MORNING AT BALLYSHANNON. 



Weather too Fine by half — Irish Beggars — The Great 

 Pool — The Bridge of Ballyshannon — Legend of 

 the Fairy Fly — The Abstracted Fly — Legend of 

 the Captain's Throw — Legend of Kathleen's Fall — 

 An unexpected Guest at the Dinner-table. 



Never was there so fine, so beautiful, or so 

 unpropitious a morning ; never had fisher- 

 men more execrated the sun's jolly face ; 

 and never had sun looked down upon fisher- 

 men with a more unconcerned and brazen 

 stare. Breakfast had long been over at 

 Cockburn's, and the breakfasters were spin- 

 ning chairs on their fore -legs, balancing 

 spoons on the edges of teacups, looking over 

 fly-books, or lazily sorting, or rather dis- 

 arranging and entangling, materials. The 

 Parson had lounged down to the sunny steps 

 before the inn door, and was yawning about 

 with his hands in his pockets, every now 



